The beginning

I frankly don't know how to begin this, so here I go.

Once upon a time, there were three girls, each the greatest of friends, until the father of one came in between them. Well, before you meet them this happens. On the 30th of January of 1999, "you this is rather unusual, for a child to be born with light violet hair!" The head chairman of an organization you will find out later stated calmly.

"Yes, I know my lord but she is my daughter, what should I do?" asked

the worried father.

The chairman responded with an almost sense of urgency, "Take her far

away, don't worry she will find her way back, but before you go, what

is her name?"

"Alice, my lord, my little girl's name is Alice Willow."

"Seems fitting for her future." the Chairman exclaimed.

At the same time being born was Every.

"YOU HAD A CHILD!!!" exclaimed the angry wife of Edgar Sparkle, Destiny Sparkle.

"It was nine months ago I didn't know I got her pregnant!" Mr.Sparkle shot back.

"WELL WHY WERE YOU EVEN DOING HER IN THE FIRST PLACE???" Mrs.Sparkle

questioned angrily

"I love her, I love them both and I want a divorce"

"WHAT NO!!!! You can't do this to me!!! I will take everything you have" shouted Destiny.

"Actually you won't, remember we have a prenup" calmly responded Mr.Sparkle.

Just as Mr.Sparkle heard a cry and went rushing to the delivery room.

His one and only daughter had just been born.

"Sweetheart, she's beautiful, just like her mother" Mr.Sparkle

lovingly conveyed to his true love.

Moments later.

"Doctor, someone get the doctor!!" roared the worried father.

"I just found my true love, I will not lose her" Mr.Sparkle cried with

tears in his eyes.

"I love you" Christina told Edgar as the life faded out of her eyes

and she passed away moments after giving birth. Not one second passed

and Destiny walked in.

"Well well well, seems like that little tramp is gone, unless you want that creature to grow up without a mother, you can't divorce me"

boasted the wicked witch Destiny.

At the same time these bundles of joy were being born and hearing their destiny whilst she wouldn't remember, a little two year old named Stella was asking her father why her mother was leaving.

"Dada, when's mommy going to come back?" asked a worried daughter.

Her father holding back tears responded, "I don't know pumpkin"